The little mouse's name is Sophia. She was a gorgeous platinum blonde when she was in her post-pinkihood (um, youth), though her fur is a bit gray now and thin in places. We got her with another mouse, a tri-color named Spot who only lived for about eight months. Last winter, we got another mouse who only lived for a few days before hop-hop-hopping to her death from the aquarium screen ceiling onto (we believe) the spinning exercise wheel. So Sophia has outlived two little friends, and is in fact a very old mouse.
Sadly, she's starting to have trouble moving in the mornings: Some days when she wakes up, she's all shaky and can't move much like a little old lady with arthritis. The first time I found her like that, I was horrified and thought she was about to die; well, that was a few months ago, so there's no telling how long she'll last. I've taken to leaving more food for her every day the way I let Helen eat all the tuna and roses she could stand, because - what? She's going to die of obesity? But it's so sad to see her in this condition, and I have to grease her wheel a lot so she can spin it freely, old little thing.
I kind of hope she lives happily and healthily for at least a few more months, because I don't feel like watching a little death right now. I was so happy that sanju_devil_cat found a happy home with jensixstones, because she was pretty much torturing tatsuko_shikibu in her weak moments. So now the house is finally calm and peaceful, and it's soothing. Now is not the time for a little death in the house.
Here's hoping you're doing well and that your little people are healthy and happy.